Chapter 13 Injured

◎Scheming◎

Celia asked, "It's the quarterfinals, are you still going alone?"

One month before school started, the Star Realm Mecha Club held a two-person mecha competition. The Demon Lord took the initiative to invite Luo Wusheng to participate. She wanted the grand prize - the blueprint of the Star Realm A-level mecha.

Unlike the Demon Lord's previous clean and neat fighting style, almost every battle lasted more than half an hour, and the most recent one took nearly an hour to win.

The reason is very simple. From the preliminary round, preliminaries to the semi-finals, Luo Wusheng was the only one playing. Every time the Demon Lord came on the court, he would find a seat and start watching the game on the field like a spectator.

During the preliminaries and preliminary matches, no one attacked the Demon Lord, whether out of caution or fear. Luo Wusheng's ability to fight two opponents smoothly gradually became more and more difficult. By the time of the semi-finals, he was alone against two powerful opponents, and each match was extremely difficult.

In the rematch, an opponent started to attack the Demon Lord. She did not fight back. She dodged and appeared behind the opponent like a shadow, but did not attack.

The other party knew that the Demon Lord was right behind him. The feeling of being targeted by a hunter was very bad. No matter how fast he turned around, he couldn't see her. It was really ruining his mentality!

The psychological defenses of the last two opponents were directly broken by the Demon Lord, and Luo Wusheng won the battle easily.

After that, no one dared to provoke the Demon Lord anymore, and she became a "spectator" in the competition again.

Luo Wusheng won the most recent match with great difficulty. He was targeted with concentrated fire and his arm was broken at the beginning. He was almost hit by fatal bullets several times. The Demon Lord was clearly behind him and could have helped him, but she didn't.

In the end, Luo Wusheng relied on his powerful computing and analytical abilities to drag his almost scrapped mecha and die together with the two opponents. Only the Demon Lord was left on the field, so the system declared them the winner.

Afterwards, his mental strength was affected and has not recovered to this day.

The opponents we will encounter in the quarterfinals will only be stronger.

However, Celia's question was abrupt. They had never asked about it when he and the Demon Lord teamed up to participate in the competition before.

Recently, Magda has encountered a bottleneck in her design ideas. Luo Wusheng had a guess in his mind and said uncertainly: "That should be the case. Who can guess what the Demon Lord is thinking?"

"Too."

Celia felt uncomfortable when the Demon Lord was mentioned.

This holiday their team fell into an endless nightmare, and the Demon Lord was the one who created the nightmare.

Albert sighed and said, "I'm starting to doubt my life. Is she really a graduate? Are you sure she's not some general on the border?"

"Her position in my heart is almost on par with General Shi." Josephine collapsed on the sofa. Every time she fought with the Demon Lord, she needed at least an hour to recover.

Luo Wuming agreed with her: "After all, General Shi is far away, but the Demon Lord is like a real mountain pressing down on us, not even giving us a chance to breathe."

"School is about to start. Someone like the Demon Lord can't hide his edge." Ulysses looked at Luo Wusheng meaningfully: "For the league a year from now, do you have another candidate for the raiding position?"

The Star League is a team competition, with seven players in each team, one commander, two vanguards, two shooters, and two assaulters.

A year may seem like a long time, but in reality there is not much time. The seventh candidate still needs to practice, get used to each other, and find a tacit understanding of cooperation with them. A year is really short.

Luo Wusheng was silent, "I actually thought about bringing Magda."

Magda is Josephine's twin sister, an Omega, who aspires to become a mecha designer.

The C-class mecha they are currently using in reality was created by her.

Josephine perked up. "I'm sure Magda will!"

Celia: "Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

Ulysses commented pertinently: "It's hard not to be arrogant after being with the Demon Lord for a long time."

This arrogance wasn't subjective, but rather a result of their rapid growth under the Demon Lord's 'tempering'. They felt oppressed and fearful in front of her, but when they faced others, victory was a piece of cake.

With strength as the cornerstone, the ordinary expressions in words and actions become arrogance in the eyes of others.

Just like the Demon Lord, she never had any subjective desire to show off anything; she just spoke and acted as she pleased, but in the eyes of others, she was arrogant.

This arrogance comes from the gap in strength.

Luo Wusheng urged them, "When you've rested enough, go get a room and continue training."

Everyone stood up amidst a series of wails and cries of pain.

Luo Wusheng returned to the Demon Lord's lounge. Their close combat training had been suspended since he had damaged his mental strength after dragging his opponent to death.

Not seeing the Demon Lord, he sat on the single sofa and dozed with his eyes closed.

Half asleep and half awake, I felt like I was falling into the clouds.

A hand landed on the back of his neck, and Luo Wusheng woke up instantly, but he did not open his eyes. The hand on the back of his neck pressed gently, not like a massage, but more like holding a cat by the scruff of the neck.

His thumb accidentally brushed across the left side of his neck, where Luo Wusheng's gland was located. Even though there was no physical warmth from the touch, he could not ignore the psychological discomfort of having his gland touched by someone other than himself.

"woke up?"

The Demon Lord's voice came from behind, and Luo Wusheng could only open his eyes.

"Your guard has dropped."

The Demon Lord's hand left the back of his neck, and a strong wind blew past her ears. She used one hand to support herself, jumped over the sofa and sat next to Luo Wusheng, lazily hugging a pillow, looking unruly.

Luo Wusheng turned sideways to face her and said with a smile, "Because it's you."

"You really aren't afraid of me attacking you." The Demon Lord scolded softly, "Is your mental strength back?"

Luo Wusheng felt it and found that his damaged mental power was completely restored. He even faintly touched the barrier to breakthrough.

"Recovered."

"How can you heal someone first and then attack them?"

As they trained together every day during the holiday, Luo Wusheng realized what he felt on the night of Edith's birthday party.

Heart-beating.

He fell in love with a stranger whose voice, appearance, identity, and everything in between were unknown to him.

Luo Wusheng's first reaction was to suppress and eliminate this strange feeling, but the more he spent time with the Demon Lord, the harder he found it to eradicate his feelings.

The best he could do was to suppress it deep in his heart, and at first he was able to control it, until she invited him to compete together and suggested that he try to fight alone against two opponents.

"You participated in the competition, but in the end, it was just me competing."

Luo Wusheng was not angry, but just looked at the Demon Lord in confusion.

"You can definitely handle it in the early stages. If you can't..." The Demon Lord pursed his lips and thought for a moment, "Then all my efforts during this period will be in vain."

"Is this considered a stage test?" Luo Wusheng said softly, "Master Demon."

"Hey!" The Demon Lord straightened up immediately when he heard the word 'teacher' and made a pause gesture. "Teacher, please stop yelling. I won't accept any disciples."

Luo Wusheng's eyes moved slightly. The Demon Lord always had a nonchalant smile on his face. Her reaction to the word "teacher" was beyond her usual attitude. Moreover, the word "teacher" should correspond to "student", but she said the old-fashioned word "disciple".

The corresponding word for apprentice should be master, an equally old word that is no longer used.

The Demon Lord waved his hand: "Anyway, you try to fight first and see the results during this period of time."

"I'm right behind you, I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

"How about it? Do you want to team up with me?"

Luo Wusheng was silent. He often heard similar words when he was a child.

However, it was his biological father who told Ander and Liesen that Tan'an would be their supporter and also his enemy.

This sentence is like 'Go ahead, just rush forward, I will protect you behind you', which means you can rely on me.

No one had ever said that to him.

"Okay." Luo Wusheng heard his own voice.

The damage to his mental strength this time was intentional on his part.

The star realm is entered through mental power, and driving a mecha does not take physical fitness into consideration. He calculated the controllable damage range and also tested the threshold of his mental power.

Most importantly, the Demon Lord will heal him.

Unlike the real world, where soothing spiritual energy is a very private matter, requiring close proximity and intimate actions, in the astral realm, soothing and healing damaged spiritual energy requires only physical contact.

Mental healing is an ongoing process. The Demon Lord refused to shake hands and directly pinched the back of Luo Wusheng's neck.

If it were in reality, even if his heart was moved, Luo Wusheng might not be willing to let the Demon Lord touch the back of his neck, but this is the star realm, there is no entity, so he just let her do it.

In the star realm, this kind of contact is not considered intimate, but Luo Wusheng couldn't suppress his joy.

While he was restraining himself, he couldn't help but get closer to the Demon Lord.

Until now, Luo Wusheng wanted the Demon Lord to approach him on his own initiative.

Don't be in a hurry, take your time, they will meet eventually.

If he actually meets the person, he might be disappointed and thus remove the feelings that shouldn't exist.

But it is also possible that he will fall deeper.

The former was the thought that flashed through Luo Wusheng's mind, while the latter was buried deep in his heart.

【Author’s words】

It comes from the heart, not from thoughts.

Small Theater:

Now

Mou Sheng: Demon Master~

Mou Qiao: Don’t call me teacher.

After being together, one night

Mou Qiao pressed Mou Sheng, stroked the back of his neck, and said in a low and hoarse voice: Call me teacher!

Mou Sheng's eyes welled up with tears: Didn't you tell me not to scream?!

Mou Sheng rubbed his lips until they turned bright red: It's okay now.